Even though he had a photograph, Li Yifei still couldn't be sure that the child in the picture was his own. However, at this moment, Li Yifei couldn't distinguish between true and false; instinctively, he believed that the child was his.
If it is his, then what should I do? Li Yifei thought to himself. This is a life-and-death battle, not something he could concede by surrendering, as admitting defeat meant he would die.
Trade his life for the child's? Li Yifei licked his dry lips due to nervousness; he couldn't make this decision immediately.
The saintess on the opposite side had regained her composure, no longer cold like before. Li Yifei knew something was absolutely wrong. Although she didn't know what happened, she wouldn't attack Li Yifei under these circumstances.
"Yifei, if there is anything, please be sure to tell me." The saintess spoke solemnly.
